Heather looked around as if to see if anyone else was in the library. The she leaned in close. “I’ve been thinking about what Ms. Welch said about the witch and I was wondering if you had any books about how to protect oneself from a curse.”
“You don’t really believe in that stuff, do you?” asked Elise.
Heather shook her head. “I didn’t used to, but now, it’s just too much of a coincidence. All these bad things are happening to people who are related to the founding families. It’s creepy and even if it’s not true, doing something to protect myself won’t hurt will it. Just a little magic maybe?”
“Magic should never be played with,” scolded Elise, catching herself she smiled. “I’m just teasing. Look, I have some books on spells in nonfiction. I doubt they’ll help, but they might give you some piece of mind.”
“I just want my colors to come out correctly,” said Heather. “I’m refusing to color any more of the founding family’s hair until I know it’s safe.” Heather bit her lip. “But I have to confess, since Pammy won with her that color last night, my phone has been ringing off the hook. Everyone wants a rainbow of colors. I’m booked solid. Just no founding families. They’ll come in wanting purple and walk out with puke green. I can’t have that.”
Elise bristled knowing that Cage hadn’t been exaggerating about Heather’s beauty salon being booked and that Pammy, had indeed, won for her unique hair color. She fought the urge to curse Heather’s own hair to fall out. Instead she plastered on a smile. “You’ll find what you’re looking for in nonfiction, section 133.4.”
Heather grabbed Elise’s hands and gave them a squeeze. “Thank you so much.”
As Heather hurried to the back of the library where the nonfiction books started, Rosemary appeared by Elise’s side.
“Still believe this won’t all backfire on you?” whispered Rosemary.
Elise made her way to the back room and started to sort books that needed to be re-shelved so Heather wouldn’t hear her.
“I’ve got Heather scared, don’t I?” she asked with a sly smile.
“Yeah, but her business is booming, even without the founding families,” countered Rosemary. “There are enough people in this town to make her salon thrive, she’s hardly going to feel the effects of the curse.”
Elise crossed her arms. “What would you have me do? I can’t just stop a curse.”
Rosemary put a gently hand on Elise’s arm. “You can this one. This town had down well for Apple Hill and the valley you love. They have earned your forgiveness and you have earned the right to stop being angry.”
“I wish you would stop,” snapped Elise.
“But I only just got here,” said Cage from the doorway. He looked at Rosemary. “And who is this?”
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